Willing to heal
i am willing to pry myself openbleed all over againscrape the flesh off the wound that is pretending to heali am willing to have...
i am willing to pry myself openbleed all over againscrape the flesh off the wound that is pretending to heali am willing to have...
My mama never says “paprika.” She always calls it red gold green. “Abe, are you going downstairs? Buy me some red gold green.” “I [&hellip...
It has taken me a long time to open up about what truly caused the rift in our relationship. Mum and Dad always assumed...
Nancy didn’t stay long enough to hug her daughter. To nurse her at her breast. To sing her a lullaby. She didn’t stay to [&h...
Right after she called, Father invited her home. She looked shaken, just like the rest of us. I could tell she had been crying...
I should know what I want to do with my life by now. I work at the bank six days a week. I should...
My heart has been broken for a while nowBut I deny it every time it occurs to meI have improvised our conversations for booksThe...
The whole of last Christmas, you barely stayed online, deliberately delaying your replies to messages. There were no exceptions — not for your mother, [...
She was wearing a blue tank top the last time I saw her. It was made of yarn and I didn’t ask her if [...
Sunlight spills through the train window, warming my face as I watch the world pass by. I allow myself to enjoy the scenery, the...